Оxxxymiron - день памяти физкультурника - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Before us Picture: Sleeping in the channel of the cattle,

Banangida, let's tie with Cannabis Sativa.

In Kaliningrad, I am ashamed to know Kant imperative, but

You forgot about it and shouted hyperactively.

You farthali, because you were dispersal,

But you, taking the name of the football player, suddenly snapped unsports

What do you fuck all, but in my topics, Hange, heal

If you truth, I will call you "Khoja Nasreddin".

Pussy, you are hypocritical, and you lie like a blue Merin,

Who revolutionaries believe in lies with nothing?

You were pounded: "Finally, Discus it"

And you, as subject, remained predictable.

Everything is so natural and simple

Probably, the boss of your newspaper did not give career growth -

Now it's too late in rape to climb through thorn to the stars,

Outside the Internet - Opozydala, but on the Internet - the apostle.

You like Pimp Schwab, anyone sees fool in you,

But he was a student of psychology Akademgorodok,

And you are a journalist, and I was not surprised,

If I found out that you walked for the news for the money for money.

Was King Kaliningrad, but he blinked himself,

Under you, not a strong throne - this is a liquid chair, San,

You are under acetone and under stamps, Optik has parliament and king,

So this is a constitutional monarchy.

You must be quieter herbs, do not move

Since it issued for his articles from Misha Verbitsky.

Want, he will confirm himself? He is already heard about Fan,

Duri Profov, for Baban write klims? Prokhanov?

The newspaper "Tomorrow" has long ago about the Jews,

You have nothing your own, even chased.

You are notching and you in these difficult conditions

Twice cunt as a TV show "School of Crossing".

I rhymes for years, so that my rhymes are enough for you,

And moved lips to the tact, as if the old manasmatic,

Cashier in the Magazine, sewing each of the patch from the patch,

What do I want to tell me that I am a pop by salary?!

And even though you are thirty, but your children's bow -

Speed ​​argument in favor of the one who has plebery and patricium here.

Who packed police? - journalist, it is low all,

Like new Mendeleev elements in the table.

I know a lot of people - right fans and levakov, both flank

You would chase a mate and fist

In Ukraine, as you can see, you send you beautifully to Yiddish,

After your words, I can be cool, SHMK, thanks for the image.

My rap like gunpowder, the word - sulfur, rhymes - potassium nitrate,

Such as you, turned the mountain king to Kaliningrad,

Do you want to give Königsberg Coron Miron?

Zovi fictional friends, hello Baron Von Dron'u.

You are only one, as if Hitler or Bonaparte,

Rather, Saakashvili - you didn't attack

Banban, a bunch of your fans a hike in the ears is not clean

Who are you educated, fucking, mafone and chess player?

It is oximiron, and you again became dampness,

"Back to roots" - it means that we are in the park in the park with a tree under the tree,

I also shank mushrooms and namptic drugs,

I cried in smoke, and now I also read quickly as you.

I can Kipu TKU, on the plate boiling water

Heat, pour into your mouth: Keep It Cool!

USSR - Volta Top with rockets,

Even the pidors are getting hetero because of you.

Again summer flew through, so time to think,

From you did not leave either a letter nor MF Doom'a.

You - Anonymous, Anonymous half of the world flooded,

But we are an anonymously fierce.

Jewish nose, I do not care, I am Sirano de Bergerac,

You - Pinocchio, decorate the ears noodle "Dashikh"

Troika Zewak, especially, their vocabulary is limited by phrase:

"- Houmi, fucking, what a carbon monoxide!"

And it is not surprising that next to them are erudition shine,

It can be seen, the cool among zeros is to be united.

But sooner or later you are waiting for sure that

Everything will turn over as a Spanish exclamation mark.

Do songs - scumbags ship kilobytes, but your rural humor flat, as if Keira Knightley. How are you a caste group, where are your three-dimensional rhymes? Though kill, I am not visible, you write, probably Verlibro. Light athletes all in tears get out of the horizontal bar, cries the first racket together